Leaving (1)

He untied the cursed scimitar from the belt, twisted its handle, and swung it like a silver metal fan.

Red Beard’s expression changed after seeing the cursed scimitar. He raised his right hand and hit the ground.

*BAM*

White steam rose from the mud and blocked Angele’s sight. The old man started running to the left.

His face was pale and he was struggling to run in a straight line.

*CHI*

Suddenly, he stopped moving and the silver blade pierced through his chest brutally. Blood spurted out of the wound right away.

Red Beard’s body was ignited and he was turned into a human torch. The old man was melting like a candle in the yellow flames.

Angele pulled the scimitar out of Red Beard’s body and took two steps back, watching the old man melt.

"It’s over. You know who I am but it doesn’t matter anymore," he spoke in a light tone.

He raised the scimitar high and cut off Red Beard’s head.

"Ah!"